Chapter 85

But Jiang Cheng's next performance once again refreshed Fatty's understanding of him.

He looked calmly at the face covered in blood, its original features obscured, patted Zhen Jianren's hand, and said, "I know you're not dead, you still have a pulse."

Jiang Cheng's voice was full of persuasiveness, and Zhen Jianren was not as agitated as before.

"Release your hand first, and I'll check your injuries." After a pause, Jiang Cheng said again.

Zhen Jianren gasped violently, whether from pain or because of Jiang Cheng's words, in any case, he slowly released the hand that was tightly gripping Jiang Cheng's wrist.

The two blood-soaked eye sockets stared in Jiang Cheng's direction, seemingly placing his last hope on him.

But the moment his hand left Jiang Cheng's wrist, Fatty watched as Jiang Cheng calmly unbuckled the camera bag hanging around his waist, then wrapped the strap around his hand several times.

Fatty's eyes widened, not understanding what Jiang Cheng was going to do.

Until... Jiang Cheng swung the camera bag like a meteor hammer, and then, in Fatty's extremely shocked gaze, slammed it heavily on Zhen Jianren's face.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, Zhen Jianren lost his balance and fell straight back into the box, his high, straight nose broken in several places, and blood gushing out uncontrollably.

Jiang Cheng trotted forward, slammed the lid on the box shut, and shouted back to Fatty, "Run!"

Fatty hadn't reacted yet, and Jiang Cheng had already run to the door.

Just as Jiang Cheng raised his leg, preparing to kick open the obstructive wooden door in one go, a burst of sound suddenly came from his ear.

"Dong, dong, dong."

The sound was not loud, nor very close, but it had a kind of bewitching magic.

Jiang Cheng lowered his raised leg again.

Fatty was even worse, standing directly on the spot, not moving at all.

Although Fatty couldn't move, his mind was still very clear.

He pricked up his ears and listened for a few seconds, discovering that the sound was not chaotic, but seemed to carry a distinct rhythm.

The rhythm was very strange. As he listened, Fatty's numb legs actually started tapping to the beat.

Drumbeats?

No, Fatty thought quickly.

The sound was heavier than drumbeats, but he didn't know much about musical instruments, so he couldn't identify what was making the sound.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The rhythm became faster and faster, each beat seeming to step on his heart.

He swallowed involuntarily.

The light rhythm became clearer and clearer, and more and more violent, until finally, a "dong" sound.

This sound completely awakened Fatty.

Even Jiang Cheng's body involuntarily shook.

The two of them raised their heads almost simultaneously, a complex emotion flashing in their eyes.

This sound... was different from all the previous sounds, this sound... was very close, as if it was right behind them!

Fatty tremblingly turned his head, and behind him, a few meters away, hung a dark red curtain on the wall. Without a doubt, the thing making the sound... was hiding behind the curtain.

What could it be?

His pupils jumped.

Chen Yao?

Or... something like Zhen Jianren in the box.

He was still not sure whether Zhen Jianren was a person, or some other ghostly thing.

An extremely strong sense of oppression made Fatty's mouth dry. He didn't dare to move, as if he had resigned himself to fate.

Until Jiang Cheng walked up and tore down the curtain.

Behind it...

Fatty slightly widened his eyes. It was a huge mirror.

But what really attracted his attention was the scene reflected in the mirror.

A woman standing on tiptoe.

Although it was just a simple back view, it was not difficult to see the woman's graceful figure and excellent control.

The woman stood in a place similar to a dance classroom, her figure upright, but with her back to the mirror. In the dim light, she was silent, appearing very strange.

"It's Chen Yao..." Fatty thought without hesitation.

The appearance of the ultimate ghost even made Fatty ignore the irrationality of the scene in front of him. The scene in the mirror was obviously the music classroom before the renovation.

At this time, the mirror seemed to have lost its ability to reflect light, and had become a medium for traveling between two periods of time.

Outside the mirror was the present, inside the mirror was 10 years ago.

As time passed, Fatty gradually noticed the anomalies in other locations within the mirror. It turned out that there was more than just Chen Yao "person" in the mirror.

More than a dozen dark shadows stood around, as if worshiping Chen Yao in the very center.

Light溢out from the mirror.

Not strong, similar to the light emitted by a miniature flashlight.

With the help of the only light, Fatty vaguely saw that among the standing dark shadows were several people wearing security uniforms, and two students.

He slowly moved his gaze, from left to right, until he saw half of a man's face.

It was... Zhou Taifu!

It was Zhou Taifu, no doubt!

The miniature flashlight emitting light was dropped at his feet.

Just like the other dead people, his eyes were strangely rolled upwards, and the corners of his eyes were exaggeratedly raised, the expression before death making him inscrutable.

But obviously, he was not completely scared to death, because everyone here... had lost their chins, as well as their tongues.

Ghastly bloodstains were splattered on their chests, like a bloody feast.

Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, so many corpses concentrated together, and in such a strange, ritual-like scene.

Fear spread to every limb, and then wrapped around Fatty tightly like a vine, oppressing him so that he couldn't breathe.

The moment feeling returned to his legs, Fatty stiffly ran towards Jiang Cheng, only by Jiang Cheng's side did he feel safe.

"Doctor!" Fatty grinned, just about to seek comfort from Jiang Cheng when the latter slapped him.

He controlled his strength extremely well, and when he was about to touch Fatty's face, he backhanded and covered his mouth.

Without making any sound.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng in horror, completely not knowing what he had done wrong again.

Could it be... that he shouldn't have come over?

He noticed that Jiang Cheng's gaze kept wandering in the mirror, seeming to be unfixed, and... he also saw a trace of seriousness on Jiang Cheng's face.

This scared Fatty. In his impression, the doctor was definitely a representative of fearlessness in the face of danger, and sometimes he could even crack some harmless jokes in front of the deceased.

He doubtfully turned his gaze to the mirror.

Almost immediately, his face changed drastically.

The very center of the mirror... was empty.

Chen Yao... was gone!!

And through Jiang Cheng's expression, Fatty understood that he had not found out where Chen Yao had gone.

What is more terrifying than a ghost appearing?

It is that after a ghost appears, it suddenly disappears.

You have absolutely no idea where it will appear next second.

Perhaps it is your wardrobe, bathroom, or even under the bed, in the quilt...

The strongest fear... comes from the unknown.

"Creak—"

The two turned around almost simultaneously, because they heard a strange rubbing sound coming from behind them.

It was like a badly worn rope, unable to bear the weight.